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Yesterday's gone
chasing a shadow
with no regrets
with only a few memories

In the street
the hustle and bustle assaults the silence,
the dogs tear the garbage bags
and the everyday, the everyday goes to the next level.

Today is, as if sleepy
often amused
confused, entangled in nets
between truth, lies and creativity.

While life comes and goes
sheltered by inflexible beliefs
or naked and vulnerable
between hatred and violence.

Yesterday and today
sometimes keep their distance
other times they cross their gazes
or have a drink together so as not to fight.

And tomorrow, there is tomorrow!
Who does it believe, who does it follow?
Who does it look for among the storm and the cold?
On what solid stone does it build in the face of the inevitable?

Tomorrow wants to hide
before the truth and so many disguised lies
before an inverted world
where the certain and the uncertain, seem allied news.

Tomorrow has to scrutinize
every step, every decision
when it seems a utopia
so much information absorbed and believed.

Tomorrow seems to cry
for what it has believed and for what it has not believed
for the growing and cruel terror
of all barbarities and injustice per se.

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